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by his puffing and roaring, his lungs injured. " He's hit, 

 he's hit, all right," were the exclamations. The herd, 

 with tails aloft, scampered about, and finally halted nigh 

 together, bull and all, some five or six hundred yards off, 

 and I discharged my whole battery at the group, cer- 

 tainly striking one, if not more. Then, away they all 

 careered, the big bull hanging behind, and labouring 

 heavily. They gained the opposite hill-side, and seemed 

 undecided how to act, which way to turn, and broke into 

 two parties, one pausing, the other making backwards 

 along the hill- side to gain the place they had originally 

 come from. 



The guns being reloaded, Subhan proposed a chase 

 he to cut off the lot on the hill- side, we to advance on the 

 other. Away we went best pace, but that very bad. 

 Our lot soon followed the other, the wounded bull limp- 

 ing, and labouring heavily in rear. I sung out to 

 Mooktoo to run and intercept him ; but there was no 

 ' go ' in Mooktoo. After running a dozen yards, he was 

 as done up as the bull. 



Subhan was now seen on our right, gaining a position 

 cutting the path of the retreating foe. He struggles on 

 the first batch pass him, some two hundred yards off. 

 On, then, comes the second they go by and we shout 

 to him to await the bull, lumbering behind. He drops 

 to a position. On comes the huge brute, and bang! 

 bang! go both barrels, only accelerating his flight 

 though he flourishes his tail frantically. Phuttoo and I 

 now make for a point to cut him off, which he divining 

 leaves the herd, and slowly goes straight up the hill, now 

 and again stopping and looking back on his pursuers, his 

 roaring lungs audible a mile off at least. Subhan slowly 

 follows Oh ! how he crawls ! I shout to him to follow 

 on, close. Mooktoo seems shirking the work, stopping at 



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